We're gone

We crashed on blindfold

To the boundaries of our barren world

We're gone the shockwave returns

And so we collide once more

With our knees forced to the ground

We used to play as servile hounds

This is the first surge of the revolution

Infecting our own kind with the sharp seeds of wrath

This is the first surge to the evolution

Unchained and still unfree

In the eternal shadows melee

We March towards unknown gates

Blending as accords of disharmony

With our limbs outstreched to the skies

We used to play as frightened flies

We are the first surge to the evolution

We move carrying the paradox within

Contradiction to its highest top

How could existence take shape

Through inactive forms

In relentless motion

The answer appears

And vanishes anew

Contradiction to its highest top

How could existence take shape

Through inactive forms